Vash didn't talk allot about his childhood with you, just bits and pieces, like his mother's death, his life in the Netherlands when he was little. Not until he moved in did you learn about what his brother had done to him when you woke to him crying hysterically.

It was the same nightmare as always, waking up with his heart pounding in his chest, disgust at himself boiling up. The worst parts were when he'd accidentally wake you with his crying, he hated whenever he did, and tonight was one of those nights. You'd sit with him comfort him until he feel asleep again in your arms. He didn't want to disturb your sleeping.

'It's ok Vash, I'll always love you' those words echoed in his head, 'just lay down' he hated those words and from how own brother made his stomach twist. He sobbed into his pillow trying to stay quiet not wanting to disturb your sleep. Some nights he'd cry himself sick, others he'd cry himself into a dreamless sleep.

When he felt a hand touch his side he jumped and looked over nerves calming once he saw it was yours. "I didn't mean to wake you up..." He whispered, tears streaking down his cheeks his head already pounding. "I'm sorry, for waking you."